Story Number 1
TITLE: Cuz' In The Daylight Anywhere Feels Like Home.
I woke up to a loud, commanding voice. It grated inside my head.
“Get up this instant! All of you!”
I struggled and sat upright, looking around I see that I’m in the living room of the house that we partied at last night. Sam sits up next to me. He looks over at me and smiles a groggy smile. I realize that I’m missing my shirt and shorts. The blanket falls off my torso and my head spun. I doubled over and tried to control my urge to vomit.
“Get your stuff and get out! There was to be no beer at the party!”
Sam got up and grabbed me by my armpits. “Come on, Bobby, we have to get gone.” He lifted me up and gave me his hoodie and sweats to wear. I struggled into them as he gathered up our stuff and walked me to my car. Throwing me the keys he slumped into the passenger seat. I got in the car and turned the key. We backed out of the drive way and started our way back towards our home.
By the time we got home the party had already started. I parked the car and we grabbed the bottle of vodka from under our clothes in the trunk. We still had three. Walking out to the backyard we take our seats around the fire and start doing shots. Kelly comes over and sits in between us. She hands each of us a Mike’s Hard Lemonade and we chug.
Some time has passed and I’m sitting in the living room. I hear thumps and moaning from the next room. My mind is gone and I open the door. Sam is on the ground as Kelly straddles him. She’s about to kiss him. My mind goes blank.
I look up and see Bobby at the door. His face mirrors drunken shock and disappointment. All three of us freeze. Kelly yells. “Get the fuck out of here!” Bobby turns to go, but stops, turns and walks over to wear we are. I don’t know how I got here, but I realized Bobby’s gone. His mind is gone. He looks at Kelly and asks “Why?” then he swings. Blood splatters as her nose breaks. She falls off of me. He drags me up and walks me to the car. He sits in the passenger seat and hands me the keys. I start to drive. He sobs next to me. Heartbroken. He looks at me and he again asks “Why?” “Bobby, I was drunk, I’m so sorry.” I look over and he’s passed out.
We need gas and Bobby’s still passed out. I grab his credit card from his change purse and fill up his car. We continue to drive. And drive. And drive.
I wake up to a loud, commanding voice. It sounds familiar.
“Come on Bobby, Get up!”
I open my eyes. Sam is kneeling on the asphalt with a half-drunk bottle of Vitamin Water. “Here, drink this” he says. I grab it and notice that my had is caked with dried blood. “What happened?” “Well, Kelly was assaulting me and you kinda punched her in the face, I think you broke her nose.” “Wow…thanks for the drink though. Do you think we can go home now?” “Sure, baby, we’ll head home now…do you want any thing to eat?” “Yes, Taco Bell.”
After our meal of Taco Bell, Sam started to drive us onward, towards our home. We talked about many things. Life, Love, Us, Home, Time, Space, and God. The hours passed by so quickly, it was dusk by the time we pulled into our home. And just as the party was getting started full swing. We walked into the living room just into time to get in on the latest game of shot pong.
It was three games later that Sam dragged me aside into one of the bedrooms. He threw me on the bed and pressed his lips to mine. The door opened, there was a weird noise and Sam collapsed on top of me. I black out.
We both woke up laying next to each other, in the most comfortable bed we had ever slept in. We got up and felt fine. The house was perfectly clean and empty. We walked into the living room, and found there were two chairs and a coffee table, we didn’t realize this when we had walked in last night…there had been a couch and an ottoman. On the coffee table there was a book. Sam opened it, and flipped to the only page that had an writing. reading aloud He said “There are many places we call home. Each one is there for only a moment, before it is there no longer. However there is a final home…Welcome.”
The police were called to the scene of a double homicide. The suspect had the gun in his hand and was sitting on the ottoman. He looked at the police dropped the gun and said simply “They were Faggots.” The police followed the suspect into the bedroom, and saw two bodies, one on top of the other. These bodies each shot once, each one had been shot in the head.
Sam set the book down and walked over to the door, when he opened it he stood back as if struck. Outside there were all kinds of people, and all kinds of unique little houses. As we watched a gathering of people came up to the door. It was my mother and father, Sam’s grand parents, and one of our friends who had died in a car accident. I gasp.
These bodies were later identified as Robert Freed and Samuel Wiley. They were buried in a paupers grave. No one knew where they lived.
I woke up to a loud, commanding voice. It grated inside my head.
“Get up this instant! All of you!”
I struggled and sat upright, looking around I see that I’m in the living room of the house that we partied at last night. Sam sits up next to me. He looks over at me and smiles a groggy smile. I realize that I’m missing my shirt and shorts. The blanket falls off my torso and my head spun. I doubled over and tried to control my urge to vomit.
“Get your stuff and get out! There was to be no beer at the party!”
Sam got up and grabbed me by my armpits. “Come on, Bobby, we have to get gone.” He lifted me up and gave me his hoodie and sweats to wear. I struggled into them as he gathered up our stuff and walked me to my car. Throwing me the keys he slumped into the passenger seat. I got in the car and turned the key. We backed out of the drive way and started our way back towards our home.
By the time we got home the party had already started. I parked the car and we grabbed the bottle of vodka from under our clothes in the trunk. We still had three. Walking out to the backyard we take our seats around the fire and start doing shots. Kelly comes over and sits in between us. She hands each of us a Mike’s Hard Lemonade and we chug.
Some time has passed and I’m sitting in the living room. I hear thumps and moaning from the next room. My mind is gone and I open the door. Sam is on the ground as Kelly straddles him. She’s about to kiss him. My mind goes blank.
I look up and see Bobby at the door. His face mirrors drunken shock and disappointment. All three of us freeze. Kelly yells. “Get the fuck out of here!” Bobby turns to go, but stops, turns and walks over to wear we are. I don’t know how I got here, but I realized Bobby’s gone. His mind is gone. He looks at Kelly and asks “Why?” then he swings. Blood splatters as her nose breaks. She falls off of me. He drags me up and walks me to the car. He sits in the passenger seat and hands me the keys. I start to drive. He sobs next to me. Heartbroken. He looks at me and he again asks “Why?” “Bobby, I was drunk, I’m so sorry.” I look over and he’s passed out.
We need gas and Bobby’s still passed out. I grab his credit card from his change purse and fill up his car. We continue to drive. And drive. And drive.
I wake up to a loud, commanding voice. It sounds familiar.
“Come on Bobby, Get up!”
I open my eyes. Sam is kneeling on the asphalt with a half-drunk bottle of Vitamin Water. “Here, drink this” he says. I grab it and notice that my had is caked with dried blood. “What happened?” “Well, Kelly was assaulting me and you kinda punched her in the face, I think you broke her nose.” “Wow…thanks for the drink though. Do you think we can go home now?” “Sure, baby, we’ll head home now…do you want any thing to eat?” “Yes, Taco Bell.”
After our meal of Taco Bell, Sam started to drive us onward, towards our home. We talked about many things. Life, Love, Us, Home, Time, Space, and God. The hours passed by so quickly, it was dusk by the time we pulled into our home. And just as the party was getting started full swing. We walked into the living room just into time to get in on the latest game of shot pong.
It was three games later that Sam dragged me aside into one of the bedrooms. He threw me on the bed and pressed his lips to mine. The door opened, there was a weird noise and Sam collapsed on top of me. I black out.
We both woke up laying next to each other, in the most comfortable bed we had ever slept in. We got up and felt fine. The house was perfectly clean and empty. We walked into the living room, and found there were two chairs and a coffee table, we didn’t realize this when we had walked in last night…there had been a couch and an ottoman. On the coffee table there was a book. Sam opened it, and flipped to the only page that had an writing. reading aloud He said “There are many places we call home. Each one is there for only a moment, before it is there no longer. However there is a final home…Welcome.”
The police were called to the scene of a double homicide. The suspect had the gun in his hand and was sitting on the ottoman. He looked at the police dropped the gun and said simply “They were Faggots.” The police followed the suspect into the bedroom, and saw two bodies, one on top of the other. These bodies each shot once, each one had been shot in the head.
Sam set the book down and walked over to the door, when he opened it he stood back as if struck. Outside there were all kinds of people, and all kinds of unique little houses. As we watched a gathering of people came up to the door. It was my mother and father, Sam’s grand parents, and one of our friends who had died in a car accident. I gasp.
These bodies were later identified as Robert Freed and Samuel Wiley. They were buried in a paupers grave. No one knew where they lived.